vixx: suds
Title: suds
Pairing: N/Hyuk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: Hakyeon's workplace is no place for Sanghyuk's (bad) pickup lines.
a/n: for laura's bday!! smthn small and nhyuk to celebrate~ have a wonderful-est day ^A^!
There’s a quaint street located in the scenic part of town -- the part that gets spruced up most for tourists; all the window boxes showcase pink and white little sprigs of flowers, the sidewalks are neat and orderly, not a stray plastic cup or wrapper to be found. The elderly are out and about at two in the afternoon. It’s a picturesque scene that could grace any brochure.
Enter: Han Sanghyuk.
He pops his gum as he walks down the sidewalk; he carves a path through the elderly with his tall height and backwards-facing hat; he has a destination. It’s a beautiful day for a beautiful occasion, and Sanghyuk makes his way toward the shop titled “Wag n’ Wash” (spelled out in a loopy bright yellow font on the large front window). He stands outside for a moment under the awning, hand firmly gripping the door handle, breathing in a deep smell of unscented air before plunging into the smell of wet dog and raspberries.
The inside of the dog salon is decorated in yellow and pink. Outlines of gray paw prints run in circles along the floor, mimicking a busy puppy, before disappearing behind a pair of swinging doors. On the one side of the room is a wide display shelf that showcases framed business licenses and also pictures; Sanghyuk’s in some of those.
“Hi, Sanghyuk.”
Sanghyuk nods at the receptionist, Heeyeon, who seems to be indiscreetly secretly eating her lunch. She shoves her part of her sandwich in her mouth. “He’s in the back,” she says around bread.
“Thanks.”
There’s no one in the waiting area besides Heeyeon and her food, and Sanghyuk follows the paw prints into the back without distractions. It’s noisier back here. The sound of running water and blow-driers fills Sanghyuk’s ears, and he scans the various washing stalls to find who he’s looking for at a table in the back.
“Hi, Sanghyuk,” greets Sojin from her tub. She’s spraying down a toy poodle, and he waves at her, just another distraction, before moving past to see Hakyeon. Hakyeon hasn’t noticed him at this point, back turned, oblivious.
Sanghyuk feels his grin spread wider, unstoppable, and when he’s directly behind, asks, “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a pretty sweet ass.”
Hakyeon turns around. He’s wearing a Wash n’ Wag t-shirt, and he smells like dog shampoo (and also wet dog, but Sanghyuk will never tell him that). He practically bounces at Sanghyuk’s appearance, and that does something to Sanghyuk’s mood -- lifts him higher. Even if Hakyeon’s covered in dog hair, he still shines the brightest in Sanghyuk’s eyes.
Hakyeon is currently trying to hammer down his smile at Sanghyuk’s over-used pickup line but it comes out pinched, torn between happiness that he’s here and exasperation. “That one doesn’t work after the fiftieth time.”
“Can’t be fifty. I’ve only used that one--” Sanghyuk counts his fingers, “--twenty-three times. At most. Who’s counting, anyway?”
Hakyeon wants to laugh, Sanghyuk can see it, but he puts his focus back on the big dog in his grip. “Look at her; doesn’t she look nice?”
“Very nice.”
“She’s all done,” Hakyeon sing-songs, tying a red ribbon on the dog’s collar. “What a pretty girl.” The dane looks appreciatively up at Hakyeon with large, droopy eyes.
“So, how’s it been?”
“Alright.” Hakyeon gives Sanghyuk a real smile now. “Been pretty slow, but you know, that’s usual for Mondays.”
“Right, right. Slow enough to leave early with me?”
Hakyeon and the dane stare at Sanghyuk. Both seem to measuring how to deal with his forwardness; if the dog was unruly she’d probably step on his foot; Hakyeon is much nicer. He reaches around to twist the brim of Sanghyuk’s hat forward on his head. “Not that slow.”
“Darn.”
Being this close, Hakyeon does peck Sanghyuk on his lips. “Okay, no more of that until after work. Sojin will yell at us.”
“Sojin’s not in charge,” Sanghyuk smiles. “You are.”
“Right, but someone has to be responsible.”
On cue, Sojin peers around her stall and back at the boyfriends. “Hakyeon, what time is her pick-up?” She knows the pick-up time; her look says so.
“Right now, thank you.” She ducks back around to finish shampooing her poodle, and Hakyeon’s cheeks are tinged pink. “See,” he tells Sanghyuk in a low voice. “Just like that.”
Sanghyuk chuckles. “Hey, can you touch me?”
“No, not this one--”
“So I can tell my friends that I’ve been touched by an angel?”
Hakyeon swats Sanghyuk out of the way, dog in tow, and Sanghyuk trails after with his laughter.
The great dane’s owner is absolutely delighted to see their baby look so spruced up -- “Oh, she smells like raspberry!” -- and while Hakyeon chats with them at the front desk, and Heeyeon hides the remains of her sandwich, Sanghyuk visits the shelf of pictures.
There’s one of when Hakyeon opened the store four years ago, before Sanghyuk knew him, and then one of Sanghyuk holding a Yorkie, both wearing slightly askew white bows. (“It’d be cute for the picture,” Hakyeon insisted.) There’s a few more of staff and one of Hakyeon and Sanghyuk, arms thrown around the other’s shoulders, posing underneath the store’s sign. Sanghyuk grins.
The dane owner leaves, and Hakyeon slides over to Sanghyuk, pinching his side. “I have one more and I’m done.”
Sanghyuk sighs, adjusting his hat. “I suppose I could make time for you.”
The hat is tugged over Sanghyuk’s eyes, vision reduced to zero. “You’re so mouthy today.”
“Why don’t you shut me up?”
There’s a scandalized gasp from Heeyeon’s direction.
Sanghyuk pushes his brim back up to see Hakyeon looking like he’s considering it, eyes flicking down to Sanghyuk’s lips -- they’re awful close -- but in the end pushes him away. Including Heeyeon, they’re the only ones still in the reception area; just another small peck would do, but Hakyeon isn’t having it.
“I’m working,” he says, “and you’re too full of it right now. I don’t think so.”
Heeyeon mutters, “Thank god.” She makes retching motions behind her hand.
“What are you eating?” Hakyeon finally notices that Heeyeon keeps sneaking bites when she thinks he isn’t looking and walks back over to the counter. “Lunch was two hours ago.”
Heeyeon, finding she was caught, stuffs the rest of her crust into her mouth. Her cheeks swell. “I don’t know what you mean,” she mumbles, mouth full, and Hakyeon looks exasperated one more, but before he can say something, the bell tinkles.
The last client is here.
The German shepherd just needs a routine washing, shouldn’t take too long, and Sanghyuk follows Hakyeon plus dog into the back once again. “Where should we go when you’re done?” Sanghyuk swipes a stray tennis ball off one of the tables to stuff into his pocket.
“Not out. My house? Your house?”
“Alright, so a movie at your house. We can get pizza and soda.”
“And we can watch that new movie out--”
Sanghyuk snaps his focus away from metal tub that Hakyeon’s maneuvered the German shepherd into and looks, scandalized, at his boyfriend. “You said we could start Dragon Ball.”
Hakyeon lowers his voice. “I promised that under the influence of alcohol; you shouldn’t hold me to it.”
“You pinky-swore.”
“Under the influence.” Hakyeon’s slightly apologetic, but Sanghyuk knows it’ll take quite a deal of persuading to get Hakyeon to bend his will. Hakyeon turns the water on and begins to spray the dog down, and Sanghyuk watches on, wondering if Hakyeon will at least let him have a whole pizza to himself.
“Even after you’re done,” Sanghyuk says, walking in circles, “you have office stuff to do, right?”
“Only a little. Sojin offered to close up today.”
There seems to be too many obstacles preventing Sanghyuk from taking Hakyeon home. He sighs, taking the tennis ball from his pocket to toss to himself. The ideal situation would be for Hakyeon to get off early, they could flirt a little more, keep pretending that today isn’t their two year anniversary, and then go home to snuggle to their heart’s content (with pizza!). But even with Hakyeon’s efforts, their serenading will have to be put off a little longer. Sanghyuk sighs, and unaware of his audience, he continues to throw the ball into the air; the German shepherd eyes the ball’s movement with growing fascination.
“Did you know that you’re cute when you’re working?”
“You’ve told me many times, but it won’t hurt to remind me.” Hakyeon glances up. “Hey, don’t throw that--”
It’s unfortunate that right as Hakyeon begins to work in the shampoo, before he can warn Sanghyuk, that the dog leaps forth from the tub to pounce. The young man goes down, hat flying one way and the dog the other, and Sanghyuk is suddenly soaked and sudsy.
Hakyeon scrambles after the dog, now running between washing stalls and the grooming tables, and tries to make flailing grabs at tufts of fur. Sojin shrieks when the dog runs beside her and shakes, effectively leaving her and Hakyeon, who was in hot pursuit, in the same state as Sanghyuk. Sojin’s poodle is not impressed.
Finally, another employee manages to grab hold of the happy shepherd, stopping the wet chaos in its tracks. There’s too much soapy water everywhere, and the floor looks a lot more like a draining bathtub than anything else. Sanghyuk looks at himself, dripping, and then at Hakyeon who’s staring at him in a mix of horror and disbelief of what just happened.
Both start laughing at the same time.
Sanghyuk is lent a Wag n’ Wash t-shirt (“The one I have at home fits much better.”), but there’s nothing he can do about his pants. Thankfully, his hat somehow stayed out of the splash-zone, and Sanghyuk dons it to begin cleanup.
Hakyeon, with Sanghyuk’s help, has corralled the dog back into the tub, and the tennis ball has been removed from sight. While Sanghyuk mops, Hakyeon finishes up the bath as quickly as possible lest Sanghyuk do something else to incite havoc.
“It’s not my fault,” Sanghyuk explains for the tenth time in as many minutes.
“‘Let me wave the ball in front of the hyper-active German shepherd,’” Hakyeon mimics in his best Sanghyuk impression. “What an idea.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
Hakyeon stops and stares at Sanghyuk for a full three seconds. “Say it again and this time I’ll try to believe you.”
Sanghyuk leans against his mop. “Don’t pretend to be upset,” he coos. “Today is a happy day.” He wanders closer with the mop in hand, grinning wide. Sojin just left to return to the front, and he and Hakyeon are relatively alone besides the random summer employee tweeting on her phone in the corner. “Hey, you remember how we met, right?”
“How could I not?” Hakyeon watches as Sanghyuk gets nearer, but doesn’t say anything about it or the sudden switch in subjects. “You were at Wonsik’s party and got more than a little buzzed and tried to use another of your dumb pickup lines on me.”
“My pickup lines of today just fit into tradition, okay? You love them.”
“True, but I refuse to say that it was your pickup lines that were successful.” Hakyeon’s eyes seem to twinkle as he tells Sanghyuk, “Underneath your frat boy exterior, I was happy to find out that you love puppies almost as much as your otaku tendencies.”
Sanghyuk takes the mop’s handle and pokes Hakyeon’s cheek with it. He puckers his lips into a pout. “You don’t have a lot of room to talk; you were the one who got me to marathon two seasons of Next Top Model in under thirty-six hours. How did that even work out?”
“It didn’t. We got under three hours of sleep, and I woke up to you crying about a contestant’s elimination, so I’m not even sure if you got any sleep.”
“Must have blocked that part out.” Sanghyuk is standing at less than an arm’s-length away, and his eyes are on the soft shape of Hakyeon’s mouth. “Can you, please, kiss me now?”
It’s quick, Hakyeon swooping in to grant Sanghyuk’s wish, and quick are Sanghyuk’s hands to drop the mop with a clatter and cup them around his boyfriend’s neck. Hakyeon hums a giggle into Sanghyuk’s mouth, and -- god, Sanghyuk loves him.
The shepherd head-butts Sanghyuk’s thigh, and that’s how they know it’s been long enough. They separate, and Hakyeon bites on his lip as he goes back to doing his job. “Hurry up and mop,” he mumbles, corners of those pretty lips tugging upward, and Sanghyuk scurries back into cleaning mode.
At five p.m., the store is pristine and polished, no sign that a mess even occurred. Hakyeon’s finishing up in the office, leaving Sanghyuk to argue with Heeyeon about how real the Naruto-Sasuke pairing is, and just when real tempers start to flare Hakyeon appears in the knick of time. Finally, they can go.
“No fighting with my employees,” Hakyeon says once they step onto the sidewalk. He takes Sanghyuk’s hand in his, shoulders brushing, and looks smug as he watches the traces of Sanghyuk’s fandom irritation ebb away.
“She’s the one who was saying Sakura-Sasuke was a valid thing; I am burning.”
“You know she just says that to make you upset. Besides, don’t be mad; it’s our anniversary.”
Sanghyuk squeezes Hakyeon’s hand. “Yeah, well, I hope you like what I got you.”
“I know I’ll love it.”
“You haven’t even seen it yet.”
Hakyeon bumps Sanghyuk’s side; he’s always been one for gifts. “Doesn’t matter, I already love it. And you’ll like yours -- I know.” He’s also always been one for giving gifts.
“Okay, okay,” Sanghyuk announces, “last one -- I got one more.” Hakyeon protests, knowing what he’s going to say, but Sanghyuk plows onward with: “Do you have a mirror in your pants?”
“Finish that and--”
“Because I can see myself in them.”
“That’s it,” Hakyeon declares, dropping Sanghyuk’s hand and lurching to the far side of the sidewalk. “We’re through.” But not even he can resist when Sanghyuk starts laughing, catapulting himself into Hakyeon with all his weight. They careen around on the sidewalk, goofy, and disturb the elderly trying to scuttle on home. Both smell of wet dog, and Sanghyuk thinks that, for once, it doesn’t seem so bad.
Exit: the happy couple.
-sanghyuk used to work with hakyeon at the dog salon! after their awkward party encounter they got to further know each other, and hakyeon hired him in his second year of business. they started dating near the third year and have been together since.
-hani's real name is heeyeon i didn't know this until five hours ago
Pairing: N/Hyuk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: Hakyeon's workplace is no place for Sanghyuk's (bad) pickup lines.
a/n: for laura's bday!! smthn small and nhyuk to celebrate~ have a wonderful-est day ^A^!
There’s a quaint street located in the scenic part of town -- the part that gets spruced up most for tourists; all the window boxes showcase pink and white little sprigs of flowers, the sidewalks are neat and orderly, not a stray plastic cup or wrapper to be found. The elderly are out and about at two in the afternoon. It’s a picturesque scene that could grace any brochure.
Enter: Han Sanghyuk.
He pops his gum as he walks down the sidewalk; he carves a path through the elderly with his tall height and backwards-facing hat; he has a destination. It’s a beautiful day for a beautiful occasion, and Sanghyuk makes his way toward the shop titled “Wag n’ Wash” (spelled out in a loopy bright yellow font on the large front window). He stands outside for a moment under the awning, hand firmly gripping the door handle, breathing in a deep smell of unscented air before plunging into the smell of wet dog and raspberries.
The inside of the dog salon is decorated in yellow and pink. Outlines of gray paw prints run in circles along the floor, mimicking a busy puppy, before disappearing behind a pair of swinging doors. On the one side of the room is a wide display shelf that showcases framed business licenses and also pictures; Sanghyuk’s in some of those.
“Hi, Sanghyuk.”
Sanghyuk nods at the receptionist, Heeyeon, who seems to be indiscreetly secretly eating her lunch. She shoves her part of her sandwich in her mouth. “He’s in the back,” she says around bread.
“Thanks.”
There’s no one in the waiting area besides Heeyeon and her food, and Sanghyuk follows the paw prints into the back without distractions. It’s noisier back here. The sound of running water and blow-driers fills Sanghyuk’s ears, and he scans the various washing stalls to find who he’s looking for at a table in the back.
“Hi, Sanghyuk,” greets Sojin from her tub. She’s spraying down a toy poodle, and he waves at her, just another distraction, before moving past to see Hakyeon. Hakyeon hasn’t noticed him at this point, back turned, oblivious.
Sanghyuk feels his grin spread wider, unstoppable, and when he’s directly behind, asks, “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you have a pretty sweet ass.”
Hakyeon turns around. He’s wearing a Wash n’ Wag t-shirt, and he smells like dog shampoo (and also wet dog, but Sanghyuk will never tell him that). He practically bounces at Sanghyuk’s appearance, and that does something to Sanghyuk’s mood -- lifts him higher. Even if Hakyeon’s covered in dog hair, he still shines the brightest in Sanghyuk’s eyes.
Hakyeon is currently trying to hammer down his smile at Sanghyuk’s over-used pickup line but it comes out pinched, torn between happiness that he’s here and exasperation. “That one doesn’t work after the fiftieth time.”
“Can’t be fifty. I’ve only used that one--” Sanghyuk counts his fingers, “--twenty-three times. At most. Who’s counting, anyway?”
Hakyeon wants to laugh, Sanghyuk can see it, but he puts his focus back on the big dog in his grip. “Look at her; doesn’t she look nice?”
“Very nice.”
“She’s all done,” Hakyeon sing-songs, tying a red ribbon on the dog’s collar. “What a pretty girl.” The dane looks appreciatively up at Hakyeon with large, droopy eyes.
“So, how’s it been?”
“Alright.” Hakyeon gives Sanghyuk a real smile now. “Been pretty slow, but you know, that’s usual for Mondays.”
“Right, right. Slow enough to leave early with me?”
Hakyeon and the dane stare at Sanghyuk. Both seem to measuring how to deal with his forwardness; if the dog was unruly she’d probably step on his foot; Hakyeon is much nicer. He reaches around to twist the brim of Sanghyuk’s hat forward on his head. “Not that slow.”
“Darn.”
Being this close, Hakyeon does peck Sanghyuk on his lips. “Okay, no more of that until after work. Sojin will yell at us.”
“Sojin’s not in charge,” Sanghyuk smiles. “You are.”
“Right, but someone has to be responsible.”
On cue, Sojin peers around her stall and back at the boyfriends. “Hakyeon, what time is her pick-up?” She knows the pick-up time; her look says so.
“Right now, thank you.” She ducks back around to finish shampooing her poodle, and Hakyeon’s cheeks are tinged pink. “See,” he tells Sanghyuk in a low voice. “Just like that.”
Sanghyuk chuckles. “Hey, can you touch me?”
“No, not this one--”
“So I can tell my friends that I’ve been touched by an angel?”
Hakyeon swats Sanghyuk out of the way, dog in tow, and Sanghyuk trails after with his laughter.
The great dane’s owner is absolutely delighted to see their baby look so spruced up -- “Oh, she smells like raspberry!” -- and while Hakyeon chats with them at the front desk, and Heeyeon hides the remains of her sandwich, Sanghyuk visits the shelf of pictures.
There’s one of when Hakyeon opened the store four years ago, before Sanghyuk knew him, and then one of Sanghyuk holding a Yorkie, both wearing slightly askew white bows. (“It’d be cute for the picture,” Hakyeon insisted.) There’s a few more of staff and one of Hakyeon and Sanghyuk, arms thrown around the other’s shoulders, posing underneath the store’s sign. Sanghyuk grins.
The dane owner leaves, and Hakyeon slides over to Sanghyuk, pinching his side. “I have one more and I’m done.”
Sanghyuk sighs, adjusting his hat. “I suppose I could make time for you.”
The hat is tugged over Sanghyuk’s eyes, vision reduced to zero. “You’re so mouthy today.”
“Why don’t you shut me up?”
There’s a scandalized gasp from Heeyeon’s direction.
Sanghyuk pushes his brim back up to see Hakyeon looking like he’s considering it, eyes flicking down to Sanghyuk’s lips -- they’re awful close -- but in the end pushes him away. Including Heeyeon, they’re the only ones still in the reception area; just another small peck would do, but Hakyeon isn’t having it.
“I’m working,” he says, “and you’re too full of it right now. I don’t think so.”
Heeyeon mutters, “Thank god.” She makes retching motions behind her hand.
“What are you eating?” Hakyeon finally notices that Heeyeon keeps sneaking bites when she thinks he isn’t looking and walks back over to the counter. “Lunch was two hours ago.”
Heeyeon, finding she was caught, stuffs the rest of her crust into her mouth. Her cheeks swell. “I don’t know what you mean,” she mumbles, mouth full, and Hakyeon looks exasperated one more, but before he can say something, the bell tinkles.
The last client is here.
The German shepherd just needs a routine washing, shouldn’t take too long, and Sanghyuk follows Hakyeon plus dog into the back once again. “Where should we go when you’re done?” Sanghyuk swipes a stray tennis ball off one of the tables to stuff into his pocket.
“Not out. My house? Your house?”
“Alright, so a movie at your house. We can get pizza and soda.”
“And we can watch that new movie out--”
Sanghyuk snaps his focus away from metal tub that Hakyeon’s maneuvered the German shepherd into and looks, scandalized, at his boyfriend. “You said we could start Dragon Ball.”
Hakyeon lowers his voice. “I promised that under the influence of alcohol; you shouldn’t hold me to it.”
“You pinky-swore.”
“Under the influence.” Hakyeon’s slightly apologetic, but Sanghyuk knows it’ll take quite a deal of persuading to get Hakyeon to bend his will. Hakyeon turns the water on and begins to spray the dog down, and Sanghyuk watches on, wondering if Hakyeon will at least let him have a whole pizza to himself.
“Even after you’re done,” Sanghyuk says, walking in circles, “you have office stuff to do, right?”
“Only a little. Sojin offered to close up today.”
There seems to be too many obstacles preventing Sanghyuk from taking Hakyeon home. He sighs, taking the tennis ball from his pocket to toss to himself. The ideal situation would be for Hakyeon to get off early, they could flirt a little more, keep pretending that today isn’t their two year anniversary, and then go home to snuggle to their heart’s content (with pizza!). But even with Hakyeon’s efforts, their serenading will have to be put off a little longer. Sanghyuk sighs, and unaware of his audience, he continues to throw the ball into the air; the German shepherd eyes the ball’s movement with growing fascination.
“Did you know that you’re cute when you’re working?”
“You’ve told me many times, but it won’t hurt to remind me.” Hakyeon glances up. “Hey, don’t throw that--”
It’s unfortunate that right as Hakyeon begins to work in the shampoo, before he can warn Sanghyuk, that the dog leaps forth from the tub to pounce. The young man goes down, hat flying one way and the dog the other, and Sanghyuk is suddenly soaked and sudsy.
Hakyeon scrambles after the dog, now running between washing stalls and the grooming tables, and tries to make flailing grabs at tufts of fur. Sojin shrieks when the dog runs beside her and shakes, effectively leaving her and Hakyeon, who was in hot pursuit, in the same state as Sanghyuk. Sojin’s poodle is not impressed.
Finally, another employee manages to grab hold of the happy shepherd, stopping the wet chaos in its tracks. There’s too much soapy water everywhere, and the floor looks a lot more like a draining bathtub than anything else. Sanghyuk looks at himself, dripping, and then at Hakyeon who’s staring at him in a mix of horror and disbelief of what just happened.
Both start laughing at the same time.
Sanghyuk is lent a Wag n’ Wash t-shirt (“The one I have at home fits much better.”), but there’s nothing he can do about his pants. Thankfully, his hat somehow stayed out of the splash-zone, and Sanghyuk dons it to begin cleanup.
Hakyeon, with Sanghyuk’s help, has corralled the dog back into the tub, and the tennis ball has been removed from sight. While Sanghyuk mops, Hakyeon finishes up the bath as quickly as possible lest Sanghyuk do something else to incite havoc.
“It’s not my fault,” Sanghyuk explains for the tenth time in as many minutes.
“‘Let me wave the ball in front of the hyper-active German shepherd,’” Hakyeon mimics in his best Sanghyuk impression. “What an idea.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
Hakyeon stops and stares at Sanghyuk for a full three seconds. “Say it again and this time I’ll try to believe you.”
Sanghyuk leans against his mop. “Don’t pretend to be upset,” he coos. “Today is a happy day.” He wanders closer with the mop in hand, grinning wide. Sojin just left to return to the front, and he and Hakyeon are relatively alone besides the random summer employee tweeting on her phone in the corner. “Hey, you remember how we met, right?”
“How could I not?” Hakyeon watches as Sanghyuk gets nearer, but doesn’t say anything about it or the sudden switch in subjects. “You were at Wonsik’s party and got more than a little buzzed and tried to use another of your dumb pickup lines on me.”
“My pickup lines of today just fit into tradition, okay? You love them.”
“True, but I refuse to say that it was your pickup lines that were successful.” Hakyeon’s eyes seem to twinkle as he tells Sanghyuk, “Underneath your frat boy exterior, I was happy to find out that you love puppies almost as much as your otaku tendencies.”
Sanghyuk takes the mop’s handle and pokes Hakyeon’s cheek with it. He puckers his lips into a pout. “You don’t have a lot of room to talk; you were the one who got me to marathon two seasons of Next Top Model in under thirty-six hours. How did that even work out?”
“It didn’t. We got under three hours of sleep, and I woke up to you crying about a contestant’s elimination, so I’m not even sure if you got any sleep.”
“Must have blocked that part out.” Sanghyuk is standing at less than an arm’s-length away, and his eyes are on the soft shape of Hakyeon’s mouth. “Can you, please, kiss me now?”
It’s quick, Hakyeon swooping in to grant Sanghyuk’s wish, and quick are Sanghyuk’s hands to drop the mop with a clatter and cup them around his boyfriend’s neck. Hakyeon hums a giggle into Sanghyuk’s mouth, and -- god, Sanghyuk loves him.
The shepherd head-butts Sanghyuk’s thigh, and that’s how they know it’s been long enough. They separate, and Hakyeon bites on his lip as he goes back to doing his job. “Hurry up and mop,” he mumbles, corners of those pretty lips tugging upward, and Sanghyuk scurries back into cleaning mode.
At five p.m., the store is pristine and polished, no sign that a mess even occurred. Hakyeon’s finishing up in the office, leaving Sanghyuk to argue with Heeyeon about how real the Naruto-Sasuke pairing is, and just when real tempers start to flare Hakyeon appears in the knick of time. Finally, they can go.
“No fighting with my employees,” Hakyeon says once they step onto the sidewalk. He takes Sanghyuk’s hand in his, shoulders brushing, and looks smug as he watches the traces of Sanghyuk’s fandom irritation ebb away.
“She’s the one who was saying Sakura-Sasuke was a valid thing; I am burning.”
“You know she just says that to make you upset. Besides, don’t be mad; it’s our anniversary.”
Sanghyuk squeezes Hakyeon’s hand. “Yeah, well, I hope you like what I got you.”
“I know I’ll love it.”
“You haven’t even seen it yet.”
Hakyeon bumps Sanghyuk’s side; he’s always been one for gifts. “Doesn’t matter, I already love it. And you’ll like yours -- I know.” He’s also always been one for giving gifts.
“Okay, okay,” Sanghyuk announces, “last one -- I got one more.” Hakyeon protests, knowing what he’s going to say, but Sanghyuk plows onward with: “Do you have a mirror in your pants?”
“Finish that and--”
“Because I can see myself in them.”
“That’s it,” Hakyeon declares, dropping Sanghyuk’s hand and lurching to the far side of the sidewalk. “We’re through.” But not even he can resist when Sanghyuk starts laughing, catapulting himself into Hakyeon with all his weight. They careen around on the sidewalk, goofy, and disturb the elderly trying to scuttle on home. Both smell of wet dog, and Sanghyuk thinks that, for once, it doesn’t seem so bad.
Exit: the happy couple.
-sanghyuk used to work with hakyeon at the dog salon! after their awkward party encounter they got to further know each other, and hakyeon hired him in his second year of business. they started dating near the third year and have been together since.
-hani's real name is heeyeon i didn't know this until five hours ago